a Little Fuss, a Little Turtle, a BIG Brownie

My day started at 4am... breakfast with hubby/daddy at the airport, a trip to the grocery store at 6am, followed by a chorus of childish voices in melt-down mode when news of changed plans reached little ears...  (I was wishing I could join in too)...

Improvements were made when special guests arrived and made a dangerously dull day fun... but a fussy baby couldn't decide if he wanted to eat, not eat, be held, be put down, play, cuddle, nap, giggle??  We progressed to what was going to be quiet time which quickly turned into more melting down closely followed by a supper of mac&cheese with frozen peas and corn (to cool the mac&cheese, of course), washed down with 3 pieces of birthday candy and a quick trip to the store to pick up a much needed $2 item.  (this, of course, clued me into the fact that next time - the $2 item can WAIT!)

PJ's on, prayers said, big kids in bed... diaper changed, hall walked, baby still awake...  panicked yells of "A turtle is MISSING!"  echo down the stairs.  Yes, yes.  Of course a turtle would be missing right now. And, oh, didn't I hear a mysterious scratching the other night??  Could it be??  A little shove and a little heave-ho revealed a very lethargic and very dry turtle behind my night stand.  3 doors down from the kids' room, where it's tank resides... Sure, why not?

Everyone settle in their bed or tank... including Baby Fuss.  My turn to eat supper, right?  Nope.  A fuse has got to blow... and not just a nice friendly reachable fuse... nope.  A buried one - one I cannot reach.  Well, I cannot microwave the veggies I planned on eating, why not make myself a batch of triple chunk dark chocolate brownies??  The oven still works!

Ahh, but even that plan is foiled by my wonderful brother-in-law, who graciously drives all the way over here to dig out that unfriendly fuse, thus allowing me my veggies.  By now it is not only past supper time, but also past my bed time, and oh, whoops!! WE HAVE A PUPPY!  Right!  He should probably bed fed?  And now it's off to bed... oh, but wait, I did make those brownies... and forgot them on top of the stove.

Now I MUST be tired... I cannot remember the last time I have ever forgotten a batch of brownies - especially ones I myself have made.  Two big ones get piled onto a plate and up the stairs to bed my brownies and I go.

The best part is... I now sit in my bed typing and my brownies?  They have been forgotten yet again, sitting on the sink where I set them in order to brush my teeth.  It has just been that kinda day.